Vicki took me to the swimming school for the 8 a.m. class this morning so I could make up for the two classes I missed this week. Except that that period got canceled last week, and since I didn’t check ahead of time, found out upon arrival. Good thing that the pool guy also didn’t hear about it, since he was there and opened up for me. Called the owner and found out, but the owner said I could swim if I wanted. (That would not happen in the U.S.!) So for about 45 minutes I swam with almost no stops, not bothering to count my laps.

From there I walked the 15 minutes to the office, but stopped off first at the padaria and ate breakfast, a piece of toast and coffee. The girl gave me espresso by mistake, so I’m going to be very awake this morning.

We chatted for a bit and she asked me where I swam. I told her it was by the Catholic church, and the name of it escaped me, until she supplied it. From the fact that I couldn’t remember the name of the church there she asked in surprise, “You’re not Catholic?”

“No,” I replied, “I’m a Christian.”

“Oh,” was her only response. I expected her to tag me as a Protestant (evangelico or crente — [Pentecostal] believer), but she was silent.

A couple of minutes later, she came back and asked, “Sometime, tell me the difference between a Catholic and a Christian.”

I’ll be more than happy to.

Got to the office by 9:30, not a bad price to pay to get in some swimming, even with all the tasks to check off today.

Was reading around the web, checking out my haunts, and caught up to date on this thread about gluttony. Some good thoughts here, do check it out.